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CLASS  PROPHESY

                                   Ah,  yes,  we  are  Dt  last  in  Dreamland.   There   ia  the  golden  eagle
                              knocking  at  the  window  beckoning  us  to  mount  his  back  so  that  he  may
                               take  us  on  a  tour to see  our  fellow  classmr.tes as  they  1-1ill  appear  fifty
                              years  hence.   Are  we  ready?  You  bet!
                                   Our  first  visit  is  in  good  old  Nebraska.   On  one  of  the  many  dirt
                              roads,  in  a  little  red  schoolhouse,  we  find one of our classrna tes,  Carol
                              Bergman,  teaching  her  eleven  pupils  their  history  lesson.   ~ven  though
                              she  is  68,  she  locks  quite  young.   Her  hair  is  done  up  in  a  neat  knot
                              and  her  black  hose  have  no  runners.   She is blushing,  as  usual,  but  her
                              pupils  seem  to  be  exceedingly  well  behaved.
                                   While  yet  in  Nebraska  we  decide  to  tour  the  farm  of  Louise  Angell
                              and  her  husband.   We  find  her  scrubbing  the  kitchen  floor  on  her  hands
                              and  knees.   She  tells  us  it  is  so  hard  to  keep  their  three-room  home
                              clean  when  the  thirteen  children  are  running  wildly  about.   She  says
                              Grandmother  Angell  will  simply  have  to  take  care  or· the  children  while
                              she  and  her  husband  build  two  additional  rooms  on  to  their  horne.
                                   Now  for  a  swoop to the  Nation  s  Capital,  ;'lashing ton  D.  C.,  to visit
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                              Hon.  Bernard  Schmidt,  Supreme  Court  Justice.   He  tells us he  thoroughly
                              enjoys  his  work  if  he  could  only  see  a  little  better.  Although  he  is
                              in  his  late  60's,  he  says  he  has  many  years  to  go  before  he  intends  to
                              retire  froo  his  position.
                                   On  a  flight to ~Iaine,  1-1e  first  stop  at  R<::.dio  City,  New  York.   Here
                              1-:e  find Dorothy  K&rlson  directing  her  all-male  choir,  broadcasting  over
                               the  CHAZY  net1vork.   She  tells  us  that  the  next  number  of  the  program
                              will  be  that  cute  little  lass  of  our  class,  Arlene  Coufal,  touring  the
                              musical  scales of  the  ne"'·  opera,  "He's  l1y  Sailor,"  so  we  decic.le  to  stay
                              until  she  has  performed.
                                   Continuine;  our  journey  to  the  rocky  coast  of  Haine,  ;.;e  behold  an
                              extremely  shacky  building  and  decide  to  investigate.  Upon  reaching  a
                              door  and  opening  it,  we  find  a  queer  old  professor  squinting  and  pper-
                              ing  at  teEt  tubes and flasks.   Why,  it is  none  other than Leslie  Hageman.
                              He  does  not  recogni?.e us at  first,  but  after  pushing  his  extremely  long
                              heir  out  of  his  eyes  he  can  really  see~  He  then  tells  us  he  is  tryin5
                              to  discover  a  magnetic  perfume  which  will  attract  ~omen.  My,  my,  such
                              nonsenfe  at  his  age.
                                   Across  the  hall  from  Frcf.  Ha 6 eman  s  labor a tory  ive  see a  de or  with
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                              a  sign  in  bold  letters,  "Arc~eologist,  Dolores  Swanson."   This  must  be
                              worLh  investigation.  Opening  the  door  we  find  not  one,  but  two  ladies
                              seated at a  desk.   ".ie  discover that it is !!iss  Sv;anson  dictating  a  letter
                              to  her  private  secretary,  Arlene  Behrens.   hiss  Swaneon's  office  is
                              filled  to  the  brim  with  oanes  and  skeletons  and  muooies  of  all  sorts.
                              Enough  to  give  anyone  the  creeps~  iiiss  Behrens  tells  us  that  !:'he  does
                              secret&.rial  •:ork  for  liiss  Swanson  only  as  a   sideline,  and  tna t  her
                              ~teady  job  is  teaching  Home  Ec.  in  a  boys'  college.   Oh,  yes,  she  also
                              says  she  does  light  house  work  once  a  week  in  the  old  bschelors'  home.
                              You  see,  she's  an  old  maid.
                                   ~ow for  a  long  hop  to  the  Ozarke.   There,  under  an  old  tree.  is  a
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                              bare-foot  man.   His  cheeks  are  sunken  and  his  hair  is  whitened.   '.ve  d
                              never  know  him  but  for  a  trace  in  his  smile.  His  teeth  are  ~one,  but
                              he  says  he'll  have  some  from  the  store  soon.   Then  we're  sure  ~e'll be
                              able  to  tell  more  eesily  that  he  is  Marion  I oline.
                                   Just  across  the  border  into  Texas,  our  pet  eagle  brings  us  right
                              into  the  officP  of  Hr.  Bob  Scoles,  manager  of  the  Sput  and  Spurt  Oil
                              Company.   As  u!'ual,  his  feet  are on  the  desk and he is desperately  trying
                              to  converse  on   the  phone  and  dictate  a  letter  all  at  once.   We  see  he
                              has  dozen:::  of  secretaries  but  none are ouite  &s  efficient  as  his  favor-
                              ite  red-haired  gal~  (????)          ·
                                   The  lr-,s t  state in the  :our is C&lifornia,  \\'here  we  find  the  glamour
                              of  the  class.   As  we  sail  over  one  of  the  city  parks  of  Hollywood,  we
                              see  a   hube  gang  of  bobby-soxers  crowded  around  a   park  bench  yelling
                              wildly  for  euto1;raphs.   \ve  s<1oop  down  and  see  that  the  feature  attrac-
                              tion is our  own  Van  Johnson,  o therwiB e  known as Wayne  i'iilliams.  Although
                              he's  in  his  66th  year  and  his  hair  is  flecked  with  gray,  he  still  has
                              that  mr-gnetic  a-..tractionfor women~  (Hayoe  Prof.  Hae:;emanhad bener  see
                              nim  for  some  advice.)
                                                  (Turn  to  bottom  of  Class  Will)
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